Feeling High

Not only literally did Bernhard have his back to the wall. He was firmly convinced that he was at the mercy of this woman. Even if he could tear himself away now and escape, he would never really get away from her. He looked into her face. Her eyes glowed with a hunger that was beyond his comprehension. Her eyes were like deep, lightless wells into which he plunged hopelessly and drowned never to be seen again.

The stranger came agonizingly slowly but inexorably closer to him. The two bodies touched. Her large, thickly swollen nipples pressed against Bernard's naked torso. It seemed as if they were burning holes in his fallible body.

Her smile did not express true pleasure. She exuded the aura of a predator baring its teeth in the face of its prey, savoring the brief moment until it slams its fangs into the defenseless victim. Her gaze paralyzed him, holding him more securely than steel chains around his arms and legs.

Without looking, her hands found his penis, grasped it, caressed the plump, throbbing glans and spread the long freely flowing drops of pleasure all around.

"Ah!" Bernard almost went to his knees. His moan sounded like a prayer of thanks. A prayer to a power he thought he had renounced. To his dark inner self, his urges and desires. He knew he was not allowed to have such feelings. He would have to refuse the devil's touch. And if this was beyond his power, then he would at least have to remain steadfast in his faith and will and reject the temptation in words and thoughts.

But he couldn't. Not anymore. A tiny part of him, still struggling to remain virtuous, watched in horror, as if from an inner prison, as the man Bernard willingly and without any hesitation discarded and betrayed everything that had previously seemed true and right to him.

The woman saw through him immediately, as if he were made of translucent glass.

"You want it."

It wasn't a question, just a simple statement.

Bernard wanted to deny it, to shake his head vehemently. But he remained silent and motionless. On the contrary, he even leaned forward to feel her presence even more intensely. Wordlessly, he begged her to continue. She nodded.

Her hands caressed his member with skill and experience. His breathing quickened. He closed his eyes and tensed up. He could feel that he wouldn't be able to endure this treatment for much longer. Something was growing inside him, rising up inside him. Buried memories of feelings and experiences from the days when he had not yet been sure of his path, when he was still searching for his place in life, were flushed to the surface. He knew again where things were heading. He surrendered, welcoming the elation that would inevitably set in.

That's when it ended. Suddenly she let go of him.

Confusion. Disappointment. Loss. He widened his eyes and stared uncomprehendingly at the woman, who had taken a few steps back. Gasping, he struggled for breath. Leaning forward, he propped his arms on his thighs to ease the tension in his loins.

"You didn't really think I'd let you off that easily, did you?" she murmured in a low voice, "You'll have to do more than that."

She waved a finger at him, turned and walked towards the altar.